A/N: Gah…I complain about an eighteen hour workday and get socked with a longer one the next day. That'll teach me to keep my trap shut. It's already May 3rd in my house, but I believe it's still May 2nd where Missus T lives, so I'm going to post this real quick and then do the review replies until I fall asleep.
DISCLAIMER: Charlaine Harris owns them all. I'm just finally giving this a fic a reason to be rated M.
I'd dreamt of kissing Eric so many times that I was sure – if my dreams ever came true – my overactive imagination would leave me disappointed by the real thing, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The man was literally making my toes curl, not to mention what else he was stirring up in between my lips and toes. It had been a long time since Bill and I had last had sex, at least a couple of months before we'd left Shreveport, but I now suspected that had more to do with Lorena than with me. I felt like I should be sad or feel betrayed now that I knew the extent of his lies, but I didn't. It was what let me know that I was well and truly over everything that had to do with Bill Compton and really, the tears I'd shed earlier had more to do with the fact I no longer had any excuse to stay with Eric. I didn't want to leave him – ever – and by the way he was kissing me now, he wasn't too eager for me to go just yet either, but tasting the tequila in both of our mouths made little alarm bells ring in my head. I knew he'd messed around with his last waitress after having one too many and while I knew our relationship was a bit different than theirs – as much as I wanted to kiss him – I didn't want alcohol to be his only motivation. I wasn't the type of girl that could do a friends-with-benefits type of relationship, especially not with Eric, because it was already too late for that.
I was already in love with him.
At some point as our kiss wore on we'd somehow managed to move simultaneously so that he was lying on top of me on the couch and I let myself enjoy the feeling of his weight and warmth for just a few seconds longer – memorized his touch, taste, and scent – before I finally pulled away, saying, "Eric, wait. We can't."
Because I couldn't bear to know what I would be losing when we were through.
His eyes were a shade of blue I'd never seen before – like a darkening sky just before the first clap of thunder boomed across the sky – but I would've never guessed what was brewing behind them when he said, "Doll, I know I don't deserve someone like you, but I just…I can't…just give me a chance to try and show you – prove to you that I can be worthy of you. I'll do whatever you ask – whatever you need – if you'll just stay."
My head was suddenly spinning and he looked so serious, but I questioned the amount of alcohol we must have drank because surely I'd heard him wrong, or he'd said it wrong, because there was no way what I thought I'd heard could be true and I heard myself whisper, "What?"
"Stay," he whispered back. "Here, with me. I want you to stay. I want you to give me a chance – to give us a chance. I know you've been hurt before and my track record ain't the greatest, but I swear to you Doll, if you give me your heart, I'll cherish it always."
"You…you…you like me that way?" I stammered in disbelief over the impossibility of it all.
His eyes warmed as he trailed his fingers down the side of my face and said, "I more than like you Doll. When you were in the office tonight and I thought there was the possibility you might be leaving me to go back to…him, it made me realize how I really felt about you and I decided then and there if you were gonna leave, then you'd be going knowing how I felt about you." He took a deep breath and steeled himself as he admitted, "I don't know if you still plan on leaving, but I love you Sookie."
I don't know that I would've been able to tell her if it hadn't been for my liquid courage and I'd never felt so scared in all my life as I watched her eyes fill with tears, not yet knowing if that was a good sign or a bad one, until she finally ended the suspense saying, "I love you too."
Any other time, hearing those words from someone would've sent me fleeing from the room like my head was in flames, but now I only felt the fire inside of me burning bright with the love I had for her. I could see the truth of it in her eyes as well and all I wanted to do was get as close to her as I possibly could, but I didn't know if she was ready for anything physical to happen between us. I'd give her all the time she needed – I'd managed to behave for the last four months, so a little while longer would be nothing, but I was pretty sure my heart stopped with her next words.
Her eyes darkened as she pulled me closer and nibbled on my bottom lip, saying, "You've already proven your kisses are better than any of my fantasies, now how about you let me see if you can put the rest of them to shame."
At some point we would be coming back to that little nugget of information because I wanted to know exactly what each and every one of her fantasies of me entailed, but that would have to wait because right now I had do my woman's bidding.
I felt the growl rumble through my chest and into her mouth as I took her lips in another kiss and I refused to let them go as I scooped her up off of the couch and carried her into my bedroom. She'd ruined it for me from her very first night there because after she'd been in it the one time, I was never as comfortable in it without her there and if I had my way she would never be leaving it again. Her legs had wrapped around my waist, but I managed to settle us both in the middle of the bed and feeling her hands start to wander, I felt okay in letting my own do the same. For weeks I'd been tormented by watching her wander around the house in nothing but my t-shirt, knowing I could only look but not touch, so I relished in finally running my hands over the fabric, ghosting around the sides of her breasts, before letting them move down even further. Thanks to her legs having been wrapped around my body the hem had ridden up, so I pushed it up even further until I finally took it off of her altogether leaving her in nothing more than her panties.
"Beautiful," I whispered looking down at her with my eyes drinking in every swell and curve of her perfect body. I remembered her telling me how the git had kept on her about her weight and it only proved how big of gomer he was because she was the type of woman men would wage wars for. I would certainly have been willing to kill him myself if God hadn't already gotten to him first, but I forced him from my thoughts for good because I was more than willing to spend the rest of my life letting her know just how perfect she was.
I'd make sure she would always know how much I loved her.
No one had ever looked at me like Eric was looking at me now and I felt so stupid for not seeing it sooner. Now that I knew he loved me I could see it had been right in front of my eyes the whole time. I just hadn't let myself see it, but before I could think about it anymore he took my lips in another kiss and left me a panting needy mess when he pulled away to kiss further down my body. Everywhere his lips touched sent electric jolts through my body and when they finally settled on top of one of my breasts, I couldn't help but to arch upwards with my hands holding his head in place. Eric was a multi-tasker because even as his lips and tongue were working my body into a frenzy his hands had never stopped moving as well, and when he licked his way across my chest to pay equal attention to my other breast, one of his hands took over where his mouth had left off on the first one. Eric was definitely putting my fantasies to shame and when his other hand slid further down my body, slipping into my panties, his responding growl against my skin almost threw me over the edge.
"You're already so wet lover," he murmured as he started kissing and licking his way down my body, but I tensed when he settled himself in between my legs. Bill had been my only other lover and he'd never done that before, but feeling Eric's mouth press against the outside of my panties as he kissed me through the drenched fabric made me forget all about my nervousness. Instead I found myself pressing down against his lips with my hands still holding onto the back of his head, so when I felt him tug on the sides of my panties I didn't hesitate to lift my hips up so he could pull them off. It had been so long since I'd been so worked up and truth be told, I could never find my release when I'd been with Bill. I thought there had to be something wrong with me – just one more thing I couldn't get right – if I needed to be the one to take care of my own needs, but I was quickly learning with Eric that wasn't going to be a problem anymore. His tongue made one swipe through my folds when his lips wrapped around my clit and with one flick, I was seeing stars. My hips bucked so wildly that he had to hold them down, but he never stopped what his mouth was doing and his free hand slid up my inner thigh before I felt his finger slip inside of me. I'd never felt anything like it – all of the stimulation from his mouth and hand was almost more than I could bear and yet I knew I would die if he stopped, but when he slipped a second finger inside of me with both of them curling up on his downward stroke he touched a spot inside of me that hadn't ever been touched before.
I definitely would have remembered.
I'm pretty sure I screamed out his name – and maybe ripped out two handfuls of his hair – as it felt like a supernova had detonated inside of my body. My limbs went rigid right before every bone in my body became disconnected as everything inside of me turned to jelly and all I could do was shake uncontrollably while I waited for my eyesight to return.
I couldn't even say that I'd regret anything if it didn't.
It felt like hours but couldn't have been more than a few minutes when I could finally see again and the sight that greeted me was better than anything else I had ever seen before. Eric was lying at my side with a mad case of sex hair that only made him sexier and a grin on his face like he'd just won the lottery, but hearing him say, "I love you," again, I knew out of the two of us, I was the winner.
I couldn't believe Sookie loved me – that she'd not only said the words and let me worship her body – but that she was actually there in my bed and her taste was still on my tongue. I'd dreamt of it for months and finally me dreams had come true, but before I could ask how I'd measured up with her fantasies, she rolled over and straddled my body, with her hands pulling my shirt off, and silenced my unasked question with another kiss. Now that I knew what it was like to have her lips on mine, I didn't think I could ever have enough, so I gently fought against her trying to break our kiss, but she distracted me by grinding her hips down onto my own. My hands went to her sides and we both moaned as she pressed down on me again with my jeans growing damp from both of us, but I resisted the urge to just rip them open so I could be inside of her that much quicker and let her move at her own pace. I still wasn't sure just how far we were going tonight, but when she leaned down and started kissing her way down my bare chest, I couldn't help but to wrap my arms around her body and hold her against me. It was so much better than all of our previous hugs combined, but when her lips and tongue played across my nipple and she bit down, I nearly lost my control. I nearly lost her too considering I practically bucked her off of my body and she giggled before she righted herself and did it all over again on my other side. It was the sweetest torture I'd ever felt, that is until she kept kissing down my body and her hands quickly worked my jeans open, but when my cock sprang free she hesitated for a second, now seeing the effect she had on me, before finally pulling them off.
All of me was big and that part of my body was no different, but having felt how tight Sookie was, I might have guessed she was a virgin if I hadn't already known better. I didn't want her think we had to keep going if she was afraid I might hurt her, but before I could even open my mouth, she beat me to it.
By opening her mouth and taking me into it.
I may have cursed – or taken the Lord's name in vain – or maybe I'd only done all of that in my head because I couldn't seem to breathe any air into my lungs to speak with which was kind of ironic considering she was blowing me. My hands fisted the sheets at my side so I wouldn't be tempted to hold onto her head knowing I was having a hard enough time just trying to lie still. It had been close to two years since I'd been with anyone and even with all of my previous encounters, no one had ever compared to the way she was making me feel. She licked and sucked and moaned, slowly but surely killing me in the best way possible, using her hand where her mouth couldn't reach, and it took all of my willpower to not give in to my body's urges to just cum down her throat. The only thing working in my favor there was the liquor in my system because just the sight of her alone with her lips wrapped around me was enough to do me in, but I wanted to cum inside of her the first time if she was willing, so I panted out her name adding, "Can I…I want to be inside of you."
She smiled around my cock before humming out what I hoped was her agreement, so as soon as she released me I pulled her back up my body and rolled her underneath me as I claimed her lips again with my own. Feeling her naked body and being so close to finally being inside of her was the only thing that would make me end that kiss, so I leaned over to get a condom out of my nightstand and quickly rolled it on before positioning myself on top of her with a part of me still not really believing this was actually going to happen.
"Fuuuck," he groaned as he slowly slid inside of me and had it not been for the fact his shillelagh stick was slowly splitting me in two, I would've giggled that Eric reverted to the more American version during sexy times instead of using his beloved 'feck'.
There'd been times I thought it was the only word he knew.
He was huge – much bigger than Bill, but he was going painfully slow so my body could adjust to his size and when he was finally fully sheathed within me, we both sighed out with relief. Everything about Eric had been better than my imagination had dared to hope for – only made better by the fact that I knew he loved me too – and knowing there was more to be had I wiggled my hips in an attempt to get him to move.
Oh boy did he move.
Once he knew he wasn't hurting me he slowly started to thrust into me, gradually increasing his speed, and soon the room was filled with nothing but the sound of his grunts and my whimpers with skin slapping against skin. Never had anything ever felt as good as when he was inside of me and the thought repeated itself in my head when he changed angles and started hitting that spot over and over again. My vision started fading out yet again as my hands couldn't decide where on his body to grip, moving from his arms to his shoulders and then to his back before settling on what had to have been the best butt in the whole world. Feeling him like that with his muscles taut as he drove into me was enough to drive me over the edge and I felt a little thrill run through me hearing him yell out my name as he came with me.
He managed to fall mostly to my side and while I knew he'd have to get rid of the condom I didn't want him to leave me just yet so I wrapped my still rubbery arms and legs around him as best I could. We were both still trying to catch our breath, so he wasn't putting up too much of a fight anyway – nor did I put up a fight when he kissed me again, stealing a few of those much needed breaths from my lungs, but my mind wandered to wondering where we went from there and in my orgasm-induced delirium, I joked, "So, does this mean I'm fired?"
Eric looked panicked for a second before he realized I was kidding and he playfully growled again while scraping his lips and teeth along my collarbone, saying, "Well, I've thought about it."
"What?" I gasped in mock outrage. "I'm the best waitress you have!"
I was the only waitress he had, but that was just semantics.
"True," he admitted with a smile, but he quickly got serious and added, "But then you're my only one. You do know that, don'tcha?"
I knew we were no longer talking about his staffing requirements and my heart swelled knowing this was just the beginning. While we each had our own heartaches and struggles in our lifetime, everything that happened is what led to us to being together now and I wouldn't trade any of it, so long as I found him at the end of it all. I knew I was his one and only just as much as he was mine and as our lips met yet again, we both ended up being grateful that hadn't been the one and only condom in the drawer.
Thanks for reading and Happy Birthday Missus T!